My name is Penny.
I’ve always thought and hoped that I was a special dog. I’ve tried to be good, I really have. I’ve chewed a few things, sure, and sometimes the food I eat comes right back up again, but I can’t help that. I protect our place when cats come around, and, unlike another dog whose name starts with K, I never have “accidents” in the house.
But I knew I was special when I saw my picture on the cover of a magazine. And, at about the same time, the Leader started giving me wet food out of cans! Food out of cans, can you imagine? That’s when I knew how special I really am.
Now, when I was through the neighborhood, I know all eyes are on me. “There she goes,” they are saying, “the special dog who was on the cover of a magazine.”. Other dogs in the neighborhood, like Sassy, act like nothing has changed, but they can’t fool me. I’m famous!
If being famous means getting that wet food from the can, I like it! Speaking of which . . . I am hungry!
P.S. Don’t forget today is National Dog Day!